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The war had already begun as the Fire Net gradually spread, with countless Helicopters filling the sky like fireflies. They landed on the rooftops of various buildings, and some Survivors emerged. Of course, more missions involved spilling blood to lure Zombies into the Fire Net, gathering specific data on the Zombies, and mapping their movements along the roads.
In the end, the command center ordered the establishment of detailed attack routes.
Tens of millions of Zombies were no joke; large-scale attacks could occur at any moment. Continuous assaults were necessary at the port, using Heavy Firepower to suppress the Zombies. Cleanup operations had already begun in the nearest buildings. Once cleared, each floor would receive support from Heavy Firepower, creating multiple firing lines within the Fire Net, using the most intense bullets and maximum firepower to eliminate the Zombies.
Safety was paramount. Although there were fewer high-rise buildings at the port, occupying some low-rise structures could effectively establish a Fire Net. The streets were also fortified with trenches to deal with any stragglers.
During the battle, artillery support from Missiles was no longer needed; such resources were too precious. If a problem could be solved with bullets, there was no need to resort to Missiles.
After all, Zombies were not easily frightened. They wouldn’t panic just because a Missile was thrown; they would continue to advance and bite, determined to take you down if you didn’t resist.
After arranging for the Survivors, Zheng Yifan returned to the front lines. He actually enjoyed shooting games and casually found a rooftop at the most direct battlefield. With both hands controlling a Machine Gun, he had four or five people behind him loading ammunition. The building's elevator was operational, powered by a Diesel Generator. It could barely maintain enough Electricity to ensure that Zheng Yifan had a steady supply of bullets.
After all, if their leader, the Boss, was going to play, he had to enjoy it thoroughly—unlike others who meticulously aimed at each enemy before taking slow shots.
Otherwise, their Supplies wouldn’t keep up; those behind had already started unloading supplies frantically. However, bullet consumption was like a tidal wave; each minute, hundreds of rounds could be fired from every Machine Gun. No one could endure that pace.
In the end, they had to conserve ammunition and let the Zombies get a little closer. Then, once their bullets were ready and logistics sufficient for about ten seconds, they would unleash a barrage.
But Zheng Yifan didn’t have that worry. Moreover, he was a powerful Superpowered Individual, possessing his own combat awareness.
When Zheng Yifan fired his weapon, his bullets didn’t hit any Zombies. But that was fine; three shots found their mark on two points of impact from his Machine Guns, leading to a massacre as the streets filled with Zombies. However, his shooting style differed from others; while they might target a general area and let hundreds of bullets rain down nearby to catch all within range of their Thermal Power, Zheng Yifan aimed for precision with every shot, ensuring each bullet hit its target effectively. After playing this game for over half an hour, he changed his strategy—he aimed for headshots with every bullet.
This whimsical idea began to frustrate others; despite being within their shooting range, inexplicable bullets would land on their targets' heads, resulting in headshots.
More and more people gradually began to notice the situation. Zheng Yifan did not have a fixed shooting range, and the recoil from firing would change the angle of his shots. To ensure hitting a target, he had to consider the issue of recoil, which could significantly alter the trajectory.
Thus, he could only guarantee that he would hit a target, but he could not assure whose target it would be.
The game had been going on for half its duration, and it was not until the sunlight began to fade that the number of Zombies on the streets truly decreased. It wasn't that all the Zombies had been cleared; killing hundreds of thousands of them was an easy task. However, what was left? There were still ten times that number of Zombies waiting for them. The main problem lay in the distance, where the sound of gunfire began to echo, growing closer.
Then Zheng Yifan spotted several Jeeps in the distance.
There was no other choice; these vehicles had their roofs dismantled, allowing those inside to poke their heads out and shoot.
The number of people in those Jeeps was nearly a hundred, while the Survivors gathered nearby numbered close to ten thousand. Their half-empty stomachs were growling, with another meal still two hours away.
At that moment, the sound from loudspeakers began to spread throughout the city.
Zheng Yifan could not understand what those people were saying. However, he had a translator—a soldier who understood Japanese—explaining their words to him.
In summary, they claimed to be leftist members from Japan, boasting powerful military strength to ensure the safety of citizens and demanding that foreign forces leave their country.
The following remarks were quite crude, and Zheng Yifan had no desire to listen; even the translator hesitated to translate them.
As Zheng Yifan pondered how to quell these people's disruption, he noticed that some of the Survivors behind him were beginning to rally others to turn against him.
His keen hearing allowed him to sense the tense atmosphere surrounding those individuals.
Without needing to think hard, he knew they were definitely tempted; if they weren't tempted, it would be false. The army of their own country was certainly more trustworthy than anyone else's.
Forget about the left-wing and right-wing.
The chaos of the Survivors was evident; those people were unaware, yet they continued to promote their rhetoric while encroaching upon the Thermal Power zone of the Hope Group.
Suddenly, a rocket flew out, targeting an Armed Helicopter belonging to the Hope Group.
The crew of the Armed Helicopter, stationed in the northern part of the street, panicked at the sight. They had never encountered such a situation before.
At that moment, they had to rely on Eve. Before the Rocket Launcher could strike, the helicopter executed a tactical evasion and released a flurry of infrared decoy flares, commonly known as chaff.
The sky was filled with flares that resembled fireworks, slowly descending to the ground. At the same time, several Rocket Launchers fired off in succession.
Zheng Yifan watched with a twitch at the corner of his mouth; this was truly reckless.
As others sought his command, Zheng Yifan proactively contacted the command center.
“Berry, notify all aerial units to eliminate these bastards who dare to attack our forces—leave no one alive!”
His cold words heralded a bloody massacre! (To be continued...)
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